Confessions of a Pattern Hoarder and a Gaming Junkie? What gives?

I hoard patterns, shamelessly. My basement has one whole corner devoted to nothing but holding my beautiful patterns from floor to ceiling. I have them dating from the mid-1930's to the present. I admit, with no guilt whatsoever, that I will continue to hoard them, even against my boyfriends better judgement. I have a theory (for my hoarding obsession anyway) that I will stop when I find, "that pattern", the elusive "one". A pattern to end all patterns, one that will speak to me in a way no other pattern has, it will rush to my rescue and cause me to cease my uncontrollable urges to stockpile these little beauties.

In an alternate reality maybe. Who am I kidding? I've been bitten by the vintage pattern bug. It is like malaria, lasting for days on end in a feverish state, needing that fix from your next score, only to end in a lethargic state from the intensive stalking...I mean searching for your next victim. Maybe not that extreme but you get the idea, I can't help myself. Even if one day they did come up with a cure for obsessions, I don't think I would take it. To take it would be to take my passion and that's something I'm not giving up anytime soon (over my dead body actually).

Just like my pattern obsession I have been bitten by the computer gaming bug. A game that I discovered a few months back called Second Life has my attention also, I'm hooked. Lately you can find me running around disguised as a ring-tailed lemur in female form, I can even fly and change my hair color to boot. It's a game that even though I want to drop it like a hot potato sometimes, I cannot. I have a small plot of land I have been decorating lately. There's a house, a few trees and it's surrounded by water. In the next few weeks, I'm even gonna put a sewing machine there too. What a kick, this machine will probably work better than my real life machines at this point.

By the way, I take both of them in tomorrow to fix their boo boo's. Let's hope this turns out prettier than what I'm expecting.

Confessions of a Pattern Hoarder

I've completely missed one confession and now, I'm totally late on this one.  I do apologize for this but, one does not move four states away very often. 

How bad is my pattern hoarding?  I haven't been able to lay hands on any of my patterns to pacify myself or go looking for new ones at sales.  In one word, WITHDRAWALS.  There comes a point when everyone reaches their limit and can't put a certain thing down.  Sewing and pattern collecting are mine.  I think I even copped a small attitude yesterday when passing a sale I just knew would have been wonderful to stop at and couldn't.  The Bible verse, "and this too shall pass", keeps running through my head.  I wonder how long this will hold me.

Confessions of a Pattern Hoarder

I just keep buying more.  There are boxes full of patterns in my closet that I need to re-home and yet I keep buying more.  In search of those elusive "my size" patterns with just the right look to them.  When will it stop?  I guess i will be drowning in pattern paper before I stop.

Confessions of a Pattern Hoarder

I buy.......Ugly Patterns.  Yup, it happens.  I have three boxes full that I consider ugly.  I seriously need to get these out of my sewing area.  The boxes are currently the table for my sewing lamp to sit on so it doesn't take up an space on my sewing desk.  Most of these patterns are from the 80's.  I'm just not an 80's fan, even being a child of that decade.  Is it vintage pattern sacrilege to sell these at a yard sale?  

Another Confession from a Pattern Hoarder

OMG, I OWN a MuuMuu pattern :O  I actually own two or three of them.  I'm considering selling them for very reasonable prices.  If anyone would be interested, email me.  I want to cry when I look at them.  I'm not knocking you if you like them.  I just remember my mother wearing them. The muumuu patterns are where I draw the line.  

Confessions of a Pattern Hoarder

My first confession as a Pattern Hoarder is that I like them all! Even the ones that are hopelessly "not my style" If I like the way it looks and it's 10 sizes too small, I have to have it। I have a whole box of these that I keep promising myself I am going to resize। Alas, I am a Hoarder though. This is why they are still in the box labeled, "to resize". I even dream that one day my daughter will grow up to like the same stuff I do and maybe put them to good use. This may be an even longer shot than my "resize" box. The worst part of this confession is that I don't regret it.